I’m trying to concentrate on prayer, and the following conversation transpires before me:
Musfira: Iman, canna have a cotton candy?
Iman: Musfira, these are cotton balls, not cotton candy.
Musfira: Notta candy?
Iman: No, it’s not candy. Do you know what this is made of?
Iman: No, try again.
Musfira: Umm, cotton?
Iman: (rolls her eyes in big sister exasperation) Musfira, cotton balls are made out of sheep, ok?
Thankfully, I finish my prayer just before this insight into the wonders of nature. Iman sees me smiling and loses some of her scientific confidence.
Me: Cotton balls are made out of cotton dear, not sheep. Sheep make wool, cotton makes cotton.
Iman: Right, hehe.. sorry Musfira.
Dare I say Iman looked… sheepish?
insert rimshot here.